Today I attempted to take both children out with me, by myself. Okay, I'm taking too much credit. I simply went to our Church's weekly women's event and Jason drove me there, unloaded the kiddies, and helped me get them ready (so I'm not a superhero or anything). But just as Jason left- Silas had a big fit, throwing himself on the floor. He wanted to go see the Christmas lights and didn't want to go hang out in the nursery even though he loves it. I had to discipline, and pull, and encourage, and cajole this little boy to walk to the nursery (as I cannot lift him for another couple of weeks because of my incision). We got there and he had another huge fit at the thought of leaving me. Poor fella. There's been so much change for him recently! But he went eventually to his favourite nursery worker Kelly and off I went with Toby to enjoy some community, coffee, and well, to show off my new little boy.
All in all it went well! Toby slept the whole time, I never got paged to rescue Silas, and somehow I made it through the whole event without needing to feed Toby or my chest exploding (not sure how). But by the end of the 2 hours I was ready to go home as my incisional pain increased. I felt really blessed by the encouraging words of the women there, and their oohing and aahhing at my little boy. Came home, and had two visitors- both bearing incredible meals and who both spent some time chit-chatting. It felt great seeing friends and family and even being dressed and 'up' enough to greet and host them. All this to say, I feel so incredibly blessed! Our community has come around us and supported us in the last week of change and I feel so inspired and encouraged. I want to be that type of person that blesses others in this way! How amazing it feels to be part of a Church and family that take care of us and help nourish us with prayers, words, and FOOD. Sigh. Thank you Jesus!
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